For about a week, Ezra had been chewing like crazy on his bestfriend - the soother! I figured that he was probably working (and still working) on his 2 year old molars. He woke up from his afternoon nap on August 5 , and with that I'm certain on the wrong side of the bed. He kept bringing me his soother and whining. He finally said to him "Ezra, it's broken...it needs to go in the garbage". And do you think that I can find that soother!
Yuppers, cold turkey, Ezra stopped with the soother. I would have never, EVER thought it would have been that easy. He was addicted to that thing! I am so very proud of him!
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